This year at the Festival of Lights we bundled up Christian so he could walk through. He was having a blast until he fell down, face planted the pavement, and cut open his upper lip. He was okay though, only cried for a minute, so I wiped away the blood, dirt, and tears, and away we went. He road on top of Daddy's and Grandpa's shoulders the rest of the way with a big, bloody smile on his face. I know that sounds grotesque but it is just the way it was.
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